 | Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne |  |
LATER STILL.
Good news! good news! I'm almost mad,I feel so pleased, so proud and glad.
To-morrow is the wedding-day;
Papa will give our Bell away,
And I'm a bridesmaid!—oh, my dress!
“Soft waves of white silk loveliness,”
Bell says, “with grace in every tuck!”
And isn't Brother John a duck?
(I call him Brother now, you see,)
He gave this dainty dress to me,
And said, his “little friend must look
Fair as a picture in a book.”
I answered gayly, “I shall try!”
What need to ask the reason why?
| Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne | |